Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

Jia Dongxu sighed and shook his head helplessly: "Mom, I'm not afraid of them, I just don't want to cause trouble. We just need to live our own lives, there's no need to quarrel with them."

Although Jia Zhang was still not convinced, she understood what her son meant.

She gritted her teeth and nodded reluctantly: "Okay, I'll listen to you and won't scold him outside anymore."

"This guy is very petty, holds grudges, and likes to do things in secret, tripping others up. He's a typical villain."

Jia Dongxu looked at his mother helplessly and said, "So, don't provoke him."

Jia Zhang didn't take it seriously and continued, "Humph! Let him try to provoke me!"

Jia Dongxu persuaded helplessly: "Mom, please don't be so stubborn, okay? I have told you many times that Xu Damao is not easy to mess with. It is better for us to stay away from him."

Jia Zhang disagreed and retorted: "What are we afraid of? What can he do to us?"

Jia Dongxu sighed and explained, "Xu Damao is a sinister and cunning person. He likes to do small things behind the scenes. If we accidentally offend him, he will definitely plot against us. Moreover, he has a certain influence in the courtyard. We can't afford to offend him."

After hearing this, although Jia Zhangshi was still a little unconvinced, she had to admit that Jia Dongxu was right. After all, their family still needed to live in the yard. If they offended someone like Xu Damao, their future life would probably not be easy.

So Jia Zhang pretended to be magnanimous and waved her hand, saying, "Okay, okay, I understand."

Seeing this, Jia Dongxu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had finally convinced his mother.

Winter nights always come especially early. As soon as the sun sets, night falls impatiently.

Yan Bugui found a basket from somewhere, and held it carefully in his hand. He tiptoed to Xu Damao's house like a thief, and knocked on the door gently.

"Da Mao, open the door!"

Yan Bugui called softly from outside the door.

When Xu Damao heard the knock on the door, he immediately put down what he was holding, walked quickly to the door, opened it, and welcomed Yan Bugui into the house.

"Da Mao, what are you doing? It smells so good!"

Yan Bugui smelled an alluring aroma from a distance, and the aroma became even stronger when he entered Xu Damao's house. He put the basket in his hand on the ground, took a few deep breaths, and couldn't help making a swallowing sound in his throat.

"Xu Damao is a guy who really feeds his family by himself. He earns his own money and spends it on himself, and eats so well every day!"

Yan Bugui muttered to himself, with a hint of envy and jealousy in his eyes.

"Oh, don't mention it. I stewed a pot of pig's trotters and chicken. I tasted a piece just now. The pig's trotter is not yet soft, but the chicken inside is cooked through."

Xu Damao sighed helplessly, with a bitter smile on his face.

"Has Teacher Yan eaten yet? How about we have a drink?"

Xu Damao pretended not to see the basket brought by Yan Bugui, and stared at the pot that was bubbling with bubbles.

"Da Mao, I've already eaten this at home. This pig's trotter is not easy to cook. By the way, come over and take a look at my stuff. You have a unique eye. Give me an estimate of the price."

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry. Let's eat first and have a drink of wine. Otherwise, it would be a shame to have such sumptuous dishes. It's boring for me to drink alone. Teacher Yan, please drink with me later." Xu Damao said as he took out a bottle of wine from under the bed and put it on the table.

"Okay, then I'll drink with you." Yan Bugui responded, then brought a small stool and sat down at the table.

"It's no use just sitting here like this. I'll take the chicken out first and we'll eat and drink at the same time." Xu Damao took two wine bowls and placed them on the table. He then took out a large bowl and used a spoon to scoop out the chicken from the pot, filling the bowl full.

The pig's trotters were still stewing in the pot, giving off an alluring aroma. Xu Damao placed the bowl on the table, then carefully took out a yellow paper bag from his pocket, gently placed it on the table, and slowly spread it open, revealing fragrant fried peanuts.

At this time, Yan Bugui had already poured the wine. Xu Damao picked up the glass, gestured to Yan Bugui with a smile, then tilted his head back and took a big sip.

Putting down the wine glass, he said to Yan Bugui enthusiastically: "Come, Teacher Yan, try this spicy and delicious dish I made and see how it tastes."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Damao couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully.

Upon seeing this, Yan Bugui hurriedly tasted a piece, and an expression of satisfaction instantly appeared on his face.

"Da Mao, your cooking skills are quite good. The chicken tastes absolutely amazing! It's a pity that you don't become a chef!"

While praising, Yan Bugui picked up another piece of chicken and put it into his mouth.

Hearing Yan Bugui's praise, Xu Damao laughed happily: "Hahaha, thank you Teacher Yan for the compliment. My cooking skills are pretty good. Although I can't compare to a professional chef like He Yuzhu, I can still make home-cooked meals."

"No, no, no, the dish you cooked is much better than that kid He Yuzhu's. I think that guy is just a name for nothing. His cooking skills are all boasted by himself."

Yan Bugui immediately started to flatter the superior and bully the inferior, telling lies with his eyes open. There was nothing he could do, even if He Yuzhu was a great cook, he couldn't eat it.

On the other hand, looking at Xu Damao, I have eaten several delicious meals at his home.

More than ten minutes passed, the two chatted and drank half a bottle of wine.

"Teacher Yan, have a sesame cake!"

Xu Damao handed over a sesame cake.

"No, Damao. I've already eaten at home. I really can't eat anymore now."

Yan Bugui waved his hand to refuse.

"Then eat the pig's trotters. They should be almost done with stewing. I'll go get them out!"

Yan Bugui watched Xu Damao go to pick up the pig's trotters, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Xu Damao really knew how to enjoy life. Although his behavior was a bit annoying in the past, he had to admit that this guy was still quite generous.

Xu Damao quickly brought out a plate of fragrant pig's trotters from the kitchen and placed it on the dining table.

"Come, Teacher Yan, try the pig's trotters I stewed."

Xu Damao invited enthusiastically.

Yan Bugui looked at the attractive and fragrant pig's trotters on the plate and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. But he still waved his hand in a reserved manner: "Da Mao, I really can't eat it anymore, you can keep it for yourself."

Xu Damao didn't think so. He picked up a piece of pig's trotter and took a bite. He praised it highly and said, "Oh, it's delicious. Teacher Yan, you should try it too. I think it tastes pretty good."